A Bittersweet Dreams title:It's an unfortunate truth: love doesn't always conquer all. Regardless
of its strength, sometimes fate intervenes, tragedy strikes, or forces conspire
against it. These stories of romance do not offer a traditional happy ending,
but the strong and enduring love will still touch your heart and maybe move you
to tears.

Blurb:

Riley doesn’t
understand why his relationship with Scott went downhill overnight. For weeks,
he’s been trying to get the other man to talk to him, but Scott is distant—most
of the time he just ignores Riley completely. It isn’t until a mutual
acquaintance arrives at their home that Riley understands the pressure Scott
has been under—and the danger they’re both in.

Excerpt:

“I'm not going to leave you and the same goes for you. You're it for me.”

He said
it with so much conviction, so much compassion, that I burst into tears. Scott
was all I'd ever wanted. He was fun to be around, had an easygoing attitude,
and it didn't hurt that he had a body to die for. I never got what he saw in
me. I was a whole head shorter than him, skinny, and never found the time to
get a haircut, which naturally led to my curls growing into a barely tamable
mane.

“You can't say something like that,” I whined. “We're only nineteen. All nineteen-year-olds promise each other to stay
together forever. It never works.”

“That's
not true and even if it were, then we'll be the exception to the rule.”

“You
can't just―”

He
silenced me with a kiss. He deepened the kiss and the whole incident ended in
us doing more fun stuff. I still flipped from time to time, but after a few
months I stopped running. Scott told me he was proud of me when I stayed for
the first time. I jumped him for that, muttering, “I don't get why you put up with me.”

“I have a thing for drama queens,” he deadpanned.

For a
fleeting second his comment hurt, then I discovered the mischievous twinkle in
his eyes. “Asshole.”

He grinned at me
before he lavished my asshole with
attention.

I got better at the not-flipping thing, though
I never got the hang of the not-being-jealous thing. To be fair, Scott never
gave me a reason to be jealous. It was merely the way other guys or girls
looked at him, the open hunger in their eyes. The man was mine and mine alone.
I never failed to make this clear to whoever dared to sidle up too close to
him.

“Ri, cut it out, it's not a pretty sight,” Scott always said in those moments.

I made a
show of batting my lashes at him, all fake innocence. “I don't know what you're talking about, Scotty. Aren't you the one who
always tells me I'm the prettiest thing you ever saw?”

That was
how we worked. Scott was the calm one, grounding me, loving me in a way I never
fathomed anyone would. If anything, we grew closer over the years. We forged a
bond that nothing could ever destroy. Or so I thought.

Bio:

Chris T. Kat lives
in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of almost 15
years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was
swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which
includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such
as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as
mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there's any spare time, she
happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks, or crafts.

Writing Schedule — 2018

About Me

Hey and welcome to my M/M blog!
My published name is M.A. Church, but I also wrote as nomoretears00. I'm a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now I spend my days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding my numerous shifters, or trying to tempt my country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it! When not writing, I'm exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching my beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if I'm not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. I'm married to my high school sweetheart, and we have two grown children.